It was midafternoon and the sun was shining brightly in the clear skies overhead. Ms. V.'s long, caramel colored legs glistened in the sunlight from her tanning oil. She was sunbathing while naked and stretched out comfortably on a pool chaise. The sun caused her jet black hair to shimmer blue as she gently moved her head around. Her naked body was practical...
I was riding in the back of a white brougham down the avenue toward the St. Regis when it collapsed. The hotel, that is. It just dropped, like one of those demolition jobs you see on TV or during reruns of the Nine-eleven catastrophe...minus the explosions. I never liked the explanation they gave for the Twin Towers event. It didn't make sense. Not statisti...
'Good morning, Isabelle.' Jean-Marie said as she walked into the kitchen. 'I see you've woken up on time, very good.' 'Good morning, Mr. Bête.' she said. 'I did remember to set the alarm this time.' 'Jean.' he said, smiling at her. 'Sorry?' she said, afraid she missed something. 'Well, you called me that last evening.' She went through the memories of t...
A sting on Isabelle's bottom woke her up with a yelp. She turned around to see Jean-Marie standing next to her bed, his arms folded across his chest. 'Good morning ms. Anderson.' he said. 'You wouldn't wake up when I called you.' The haze of sleep ebbed away and the sensation on her bottom told her what he had done to wake her up. No one had dared to spank...
Chapter 17 Val & Joe Do Some Lines The weekend following their return from eloping, Val's parents threw a party, ostensibly for them, but Val knew it was really a business meeting for her father, who was seldom doing anything else, the real party would be held during the Christmas holidays, with the entire families of Joe and Val attending; in effect,...
Getting involved in other people's business is usually not a very good idea, I've learned, but sometimes you just can't help it. It can get you into all kinds of shit, there's no arguing that, but every once in a while, every once in a great rare while, it can turn out really good. A week ago last Friday night, I dropped in on my friends, Gene and Torrie P...
This is the continuing story of Sheppard and his evolution into becoming a Dom. I wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of going to a party filled with people I didn't know, and I was even less thrilled with being setup with a blind date for the party. My friend Steve and his wife was the driving force behind this plan. A co-worker of his had just bought...
Over the years just imagine how many times we've said, either to ourselves or our friends, I wish I could fuck her. The choices have no boundaries as to who we would love to fuck, maybe the girl next door or even a Hollywood legend. Just as we all say we would love to win the lottery, wishing to fuck someone unapproachable is harmless whimsical fun & somet...
1912 The door suddenly burst open, and Electra stood in the doorway. She looked very angry. "This madness has gone far enough!" Annabelle instantly sat bolt upright, clutching the bed sheet over her unclothed chest. The man in bed next to her, Paul, frantically shrunk back against the headboard. When Electra's rage was such that even Annabelle was frighten...
Andrew was financially successful, a retired skilled maintenance person / former owner of a small business that specialized in home repairs. Currently, he lives in a retirement community where one of the property owners had to be over 55 years old. Andy had been married for a number of years but during the past decade, the couple had started to travel in d...